Originally from Boston, Avelyn Carter has relocated to the infamous Gotham City to attend university and earn her master's degree in psychology.
Avelyn knows the unfamiliar city is dangerous, but she is determined to fulfill her dream of becoming a...
It was 5:55 PM when I arrived at Arkham's entrance.
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The two guys and one of the girls, a pretty red head with fair skin and freckles, were already waiting near Dr. Crane as he signed their papers, marking their attendance.
I trekked my way up the stairs and to the platform before the entrance door, the heels of my boots violently echoing off the stones and concrete comprising of the building before me. Everyone looked my way—except for Crane.
"Hey," I whispered to my classmates as I brushed past them to hand the professor my forms. I could see the two guys looking at me up and down out of the corner of my eye.
Gross.
"Good evening, Professor," I said as I passed my clipboard over to him.
"Glad you could make it, Ms. Carter." He didn't bother to look up as he signed my paper and passed it back to me.
Just then, I heard approaching footsteps. I turned to see the other girl, the coils of her coiled hair bouncing with each step she took. Her rich, dark skin was bold against the grey surroundings.
She checked in with Professor Crane, as I had just done, and then we followed him inside of the massive structure. Arkham Asylum.
"I'm a bit nervous to be here," I whispered to the girl who had arrived last as we crossed the threshold into the building.
"Me too, this place is creepy," she hushed, crinkling her nose in distaste and she looked around.
"I'm Avelyn, by the way."
"Amara," she smiled.
When I finally pulled my gaze away from Amara's deep brown eyes and towards the interior of Arkham, I was stunned.
Though the ancient building was dark and grim, I was taken aback by the amazing architecture. Detailed, wooden archways and crown molding adorned the corridors, and dated, worn tiles decorated the floor. The ceilings rose greatly in the main entrance, with an irregular-shaped pendant light hanging from the carved, vaulted ceilings. Cold, autumn light spilled into the great room from stacks of paned, gothic-style windows. Beyond the foyer, long, florescent-lit halls snaked into an unknown abyss, clinicians and visitors pacing about.
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